A Blessing and A Curse

I don’t get it why a certain mesmerizing scenary could make us feel so melancholic?

Like when the blue and the orange met after that rainy day. The first rain I encounter after many months full of 38 degrees celcius. The breeze, the smell, the colors, and the slippery road. It felt so refreshing yet I can’t help it but feel so melancholic.

Perhaps it’s a curse, or perhaps it is a blessing. To always feel too much. To give meaning to everything too much. And to know something too much. For what my emotions couldn’t take it.

I wish I didn’t know. I wish I never did.